Ai Yixin paid no mind to Sha Ou's sarcasm as she struggled to lift her bloodied right hand, touching the little boy's cheek.
"Child, have you been controlled by the Trojan?" Feeling the warmth on the boy's face, sensing the familial connection, tears streamed from Ai Renqi's eyes like a tidal wave.
The little boy held Ai Yixin's intestines, his movement to strike again halted abruptly, confused as he looked at Ai Yixin.
"Huh? Why am I crying?"
The little boy noticed his cheek was wet, wiped it with the back of his hand, and found they were crystalline tears.
"Child, it's because Mom hasn't taken care of you well. Can you forgive Mom?" After losing her husband in the midnight Demonic Shadow and having to abort her child, Ai Yixin lived in guilt, unable to heal the scars inside her even after a year.
Every time she awoke from midnight dreams, the self-reproach felt like a venomous snake gnawing at her heart.
